Vietnam stood at the back of the crowd. This meeting's purpose was to establish good relations with the country that was the United Kingdom. However, Vietnam did not remember ever meeting the country before, so naturally she shyly hid at the back, hoping not to be noticed by anyone else.
Her wish wasn't granted though. A man with striking emerald green eyes had noticed the nation, and he was making her way towards her.
Vietnam noticed the man, and she squirmed, not knowing what to do.
"Hello there. You must be Miss Vietnam." He stopped in front of her, taking her hand in his and placing his lips gently on the back of her hand.
Vietnam blushed, before gaining her courage and replied back. "Y-yes, I am. And you must be the United Kingdom, right?"
"You may just call me England, love." he told her, smiling at the Vietnamese nation and locking eyes with her.
"N-nice to meet you, Mr. England." Vietnam lowered her head a little, showing respect to the British nation.
"Likewise." England nodded, offering his hand to her. "The meeting is nearly over. I don't think my boss would mind me leaving early. Would you like to accompany me?"
"To where?" Vietnam asked, arching a brow in confusion.
"My favorite tea shop. They make the best tea in all of the world," England said, priding himself a little. After all, one of the best teas served in the world resided in his country.
"Oh really...?" Vietnam replied, tilting her head. "I see...I think I'll take you up on your offer then." Vietnam gave a small nod, sliding her hand into his offered one, causing the both of them to blush.
"..." The both of them stood in silence, hands still locked together but they avoided the other's gaze.
"So...I guess we're going then...?" Vietnam asked.
"Oh! Right. Sorry." England stammered, finally beginning to walk. "This is your first visit to my country, right? I'll make sure you'll have a nice introduction of my country's flavors of tea."
"I look forward to them," Vietnam said honestly, imagining what flavors of tea the store might have. 'Though...I doubt it'll be better than my own country's tea. We'll see.'
Word Count: 372
...Well, that was kind of weird.
I wanted to make this a drabble...but I lost all hope when it exceeded 100 words...so instead it'll be short one-shots of the 100 Themes Challenge.
I don't own Hetalia.
And I love EngNam. Seriously. My OTP. I'm not joking. Did I mention the 100 Themes Challenge? OH DEAR ME...and I still have Chibinamu going on and I have a plot bunny that won't leave me alone...*facepalm* I give myself more than I can handle...but that's the fun in it!
